Ink fragrance·Nine songs and one song to pay tribute to Xuanyuan
Xinran
Watching the beacon smoke, forging a long sword, and offering nine songs and one song to Xuanyuan
The city was broken into at night, and there was a lot of smoke and fire on the other side.
The lonely sail is far away, the flying geese point, it has been a thousand years since I woke up from the old dream
The water is still cold, the country has changed, and the clouds are rolling in the sky
A young man with unresolved ambitions, fighting with swords and traveling in rivers and lakes
I haven't seen through right and wrong, and my young green silk is dyed with snow.
The iron horse, the golden sword, the war, the war, and the war have never been able to bring revenge to the country.
Abandoning the sword and forgetting the grudge, holding the black handle and the wine and the beauty, hand in hand to travel to China
Deep in the cloud mountains, the memories of past lives are sad
Loneliness has been waiting for a hundred years to repair, but I can't bear to look back
Soaring up to the sky, looking down at the common people and the towers with thousands of valleys
The dust and smoke of the past flow like sand from the fingers
The string of lovesickness is shallow, the world is a dream at the fingertips
Reincarnation is changed, destiny leads me, looking back at the old relationship
The Tianshan Mountains are cold and the ancient roads are difficult. Traveling to the end of the world will never return.
The glitz is lost, the soul is empty, the destiny is just a dream
Taiyuan transforms into floating life, like water for thousands of generations, leaving no trace
In the deep night, away from the sound of the piano, I remember my grudges alone
The wheel is turning, the wind and sand are flowing, the war drums and flags are rising, the sky is dark
Surabaya is surrounded by snow and chaos, leaving a legacy of blood in the history of history
The river flows eastward and passes away for hundreds of years, a dream continues
The sword floats in the clouds, the old dust is sealed, and the tears are shed between the mountains and the sea.
In the ever-changing prosperous age, how can we cast a sword and ask the sky?
The thousand-year-old corpses of China are paved with dragon souls to recommend Xuanyuan